ihavebeenfloated

Last night was bad for me, but I’m going to talk about some parts of it in a tone that make it seem good. OK, Go!

I was trying to put some sort of moves on this one girl. I met her before briefly and some of my friends and I decided that she’d be good for me, which was cool. Both I and the birthday guy last night wanted one thing on his birthday and we were going to to work together so we could achieve that. We both had targets singled out that we’d both stay away from so as to not fuck each other up.

Anyway.

Juan made the mistake of inviting two other guys who work with him to the party, so there was already a surplus of men and a wanting supply of women. I was pretty much competing for my girl with two other guys, which sucked, because I have no game and I typically get by on just being quiet and mysteriously awesome. Or something. I don’t know how I get by. I guess I don’t.

There was one moment when we were out on the roof, her, I, and this other guy. She started talking about how much I am like her favorite brother (oh fuck) and then mentioned her other brother was evil and abusive to his girlfriend, and I asked about that. Right as she started into it, this guy cuts in with this story about some sort of fucking talk show (both her and I don’t watch television) and ended up into something about molestation and abuse and the look on her face went into sheer weepy terror. She was pretty fucking toasted already at this point but was coherent, but she looked like she was about to break into manic sobbing here.

When he finished she said something to the effect of, “That is so horrible, and I think I, more than anyone else, understands the ramifications of sexual abuse, because it defines your being for the rest of your life and,” blah blah blah, and she took on this weepy and whiny tone of voice that was ridiculous and her eyes got all watery and I just looked at this other guy with “what the fuck!” eyes.

She got up to go inside and water she went through the window I turned to the guy and said, “Way to go, guy, you got her all freaked out and shit.”

And he said, “Dude, you get them low and then you snatch ‘em.”

And I replied, “God, I hate you so much right now.”

He shrugged.

Then I watched him hassle the fuck out of her for her number or something when he was leaving, to the point where she got this wounded “help me” face that she casted my way and I felt a bit better about the whole thing.

At one point she crawled under Juan’s desk and tried to pass out behind his subwoofer. And Juan’s floor is pretty nasty, I sure as shit wouldn’t lay down on that floor. She was pretty fucked up at this point, and she was still drinking.

Then she ended up making out with Juan.

So, yeah, that sucked. She was already way too wasted for me to make a move on her, but still. It kinda ruined my entire mood, though it didn’t make me angry at Juan or anything. I left shortly after.

Oh, le sigh.

And for the first time in a long time I had a couple drinks. She offered me a mixed drink since she was acting as bartender and I couldn’t turn her down. She made some sort of milk and other stuff drink that was really pretty good. I think I had about two or three drinks and a shot of something.

Then I took a huge hit of some of Matt’s personal stash and held it in way too long and after that I was way gone. It took me a few hours to get off the weed high, and by the time that was done with I was done being drunk and my head just hurt a bit.

It served to remind why I don’t like to get drunk or high in social settings. My entire ability to be social just goes right the fuck out the door and I can’t concentrate on multiple conversations or hear much of anything. This one guy tried to talk music with me but I just couldn’t deal with it, and then the chick kept cutting in with nonsensical bullshit and it just… it was lame. I think the whole night woulda been better had I not imbibed and partook.

Ah well. Being high sucks.